Thoughts along the shore.
Slate gray, the skies
lowering over the steely water
white caps break on white sand
snowbirds walk the shoreline
Soon, the students will flock
like birds upon this beach
arrayed in their splendorous color
and singing their mating songs
But, for now,
I alone sit here, watching, writing
just An Old Man and the Sea.
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